8th Of November

Lyrics

He said goodbye to his mommaAs he left South DakotaTo fight for the red white and blueHe was nineteen and green with a new M-16 Just doing what he had to do

He was dropped in the jungleWhere the choppers would rumbleWith the smell of napalm in the air

The the Sargent said:"Look up ahead"Like a dark evil cloud Twelve hundred came downOn him and twenty nine moreThey fought for their lives But most of them died In the 173rd airborne

[Chorus]On the eighth of November The angels were crying As they carried his brothers awayWith the fire raining down And the hell all around There were few men left standing that daySaw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky1965, the eighth of November

Now he's fifty eight and his ponytail's grayBut the battle still plays in his headHe limps when he walks But he's strong when he talksAbout the shrapnel They left in his leg

He puts on a grey suit Over his airborne tattoo And he ties it on one time a yearAnd remembers the fallen As he orders a tall-one And swallows it down with his tears

[Chorus]

Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky1965

On the eighth of November The angels were crying As they carried his brothers awayWith the fire raining down And the hell all around There were few men left standing that day

[Chorus]

Eighth of November

He said goodbye to his mommaAs he left South DakotaTo fight for the red white and blueHe was nineteen and green with a new M-16 Just doing what he had to do

Written by RICH, JOHN D. / ALPHIN, KENNYPublished by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.